"Kyungsoo-ah! Did you see the mannequin blinked at me?" I grabbed my brother's wrist and walked back to the store. "Don't be crazy! Mannequins can't move." Kyungsoo said and walked away. "KYUNGSOO STOP! ... The mannequin just s-smiled at me." "What? Don't be stupid. Let's go home." Kyungsoo pulled me away from the glass display and I turned to have a second glance. Kyungsoo voiced out,"Stop looking at it. It might just jump out and follow us home!" He teased. "Shut up, Kyungs-so..." I gripped my brother's hand tighter. "Are you alright?" Kyungsoo asked. I looked down at the street and nodded. "Y-y-eah." But I,myself knew something was wrong. I looked back to have a second glance at the still and stationed mannequin, BUT NO. It tilted its head and waved his hands at me. *** The characters and storyline of this story are purely fictional and imaginary. Any resemblances of the storyline or series of events are pure coincidence. Plagiarism is prohibited. All Rights Reserved.

Since young, never was Kyungsoo treated properly. He was often bullied and laughed at because Kyungsoo is weak. His parents taught him how to fight and defend himself but Kyungsoo could never hurt anything that is alive. That is just who he is. A weakling. And that was the nickname his old pack called him and that was always how he thought himself to be. Until he met the DarkMoon pack.